Backstage, Donald Duck, the club’s resident DJ for the night, fiddles nervously with his headphones. He checks his playlist, the beats thumping through the walls. Outside, clubgoers chant his name, eager for his signature set.

Donald Duck scrambles to find his signature jacket, but in the chaos, he only manages to slip on his headphones and—unbeknownst to him—his brightly patterned duck-themed undies. The stage manager signals: it’s time to go.

"Let’s get this party quacking!" he shouts, feeling a rush of adrenaline. The crowd gasps, then bursts into laughter and applause, phones raised high to catch the moment.

Goofy[/@ch_2], Donald’s best friend and the club’s bounce-dancing hype man, bounds onto the stage in glittery suspenders.] "Hyuck! Nice threads, Donald! At least you remembered the essentials!" Goofy winks, spinning on his heel and encouraging the crowd to keep cheering.

Donald Duck shrugs and throws on the jacket, still in his undies, and drops a killer beat. The crowd erupts, dancing harder than ever, delighted by Donald’s unexpected bravado and Goofy’s infectious energy.

"Bet you’ll never forget your pants again, pal," Goofy teases, slapping Donald on the back. "Maybe not, but I sure know how to rock a party—pants or no pants!" Donald replies, his earlier embarrassment now a badge of honor as the crowd chants his name one last time.